The little merchant that is Mailys Corsetina has moved furniture (more specifically talked someone into moving the heavy things so she can just look pretty) around to create a group seating area and she has even had a table placed at the center. On said table are bottles upon bottles of alcohol. OF all varieties. There is a young woman nearest tot he bottle with several flasks, that look to hold 2-3 drinks, before her. Mailys herself is lounging on one of the couches in the set up area 'warming up.' By drinking some random drink from a flask.


Someone said drinks, and so Oliver Coldrain found that to be a rather convenient excuse to peel himself away from his shop and meander down to Mailys' own. He has to duck to make it through the doorway - the perils of being so tall! - but he makes it in without incident, stretching to his full height to look down at the little merchant that is Mailys. "I heard there's a drinking game or something going on," his voice is deep and booming, regardless of whether or not he tries for it to be that way. "Figured I'd make my way down. Name's Oliver Coldrain, I just stepped into town a few nights ago."

"Mailys Corsetina." she offers with a brilliany grin to Oliver and waves a hand to join her. "It's pretty much just about drinking as much as you can. While placing a bet." It really is the basics. It's not a hard game, really.


Joscelin is a little late to the party, as they say, walking quickly in the snow and the slush as fast as her legs can get her. When she gets into the shop, her cheeks pink and her nose a little red, eyes alight with mischief, she works on unbuttoning her coat, a cheerful, "Mailys! Tell me you didn't start without me!" Her laughing voice echoes through the shop, her smile bright, freckles a-glow, until she turns about, rounds a corner and ...

"...Oh," she says, stunned. "It's you." At Oliver. Dammit.

"Nice to meet you," Oliver returns Mailys' grin with a broad one of his own, his heavy boots thudding on the ground as he propels himself forward to join the merchant lady in her seating area. He is just about to sit, too, when in like a flurry comes the Guildmaster herself. Oliver's brown eyes noticeably darken as he pins Joscelin down in his sights .. and slowly lowers himself to the chair. "Hello, Mistress Joscelin," he grunts out. "It is, in fact, me," he states simply. Then, he looks back to Mailys, his expression brightening. "I don't usually bet coin with my drinking, but I suppose there's a first time for everything."

"I always start drinkign without everyone." says Mailys with a laugh. She stands up to peck a kiss on Joscelin then tilts her head to get a responding one. When she notes the discord between Oliver and Joscelin, "I want no fighting. This is for fun not fighting." Then to Oliver she grins more, settling in comfortably in her spot once more. "The goal is that you place a bit, we all determine what we want to bid. Then we each pick a flask and down it before guessing what is in it. If you're right, or the rightest - as in you have the most details on your drink, you win the pot of silver. Then we start all over again."


Joscelin takes a seat in the designated drinking area, stiffer than when she came in. She still kisses Mai on the cheek, smiles at her brightly like there's no one else there, and she nods to Oliver respectfully as she peels her coat from her shoulders to drape over the back of her chair. She's in a white cotton wrap around shirt, long sleeved, silver buttons winking along the side of her torso. Her black trews stop at mid-calf, her worn, well-made leather boots a little dark from the snow and ice.

Curls snapping around her head as she turns this way and that, peering at what her friend has set up, she laughs to hear the rules. "Oh gods. Alright." well. Can't back out now.


"Fighting?" Oliver snorts a chuckle, "There'll be no such thing. Mistress Joscelin and I came to an amicable agreement about the terms of the loan she provided." This is simply stated, as though it were exactly the way things went down, as settles into a comfortable slouch on the sofa. He certainly takes up a great deal of room. Another glance flickers to Joscelin, brown eyes sharp as he watches her peel out of her coat, before he snorts again and returns his attention to the game that Mailys has set up.

"In case your wondering, Mistress Joscelin, I've set aside all the silver you loaned me and am solely using the profits from my shop for this," he doesn't look at her as he mentions it, speaking in a flat tone of voice. "I'll be adding my winnings to the interest I owe you."

Mailys just beams al the brighter, "And there is no talking about money unless it is to place a bet." Yup, Mailys will just keep adding rules for things that she thinks will make things less fun. "Lets decide on what the bet price will be." says Mailys.


Joscelin tenses as the insufferable man keeps bloody talking about all the things she doesn't want to think about right now. Her full lips compress into a tight line of discontent, trying to keep back all the things she wants to stab this man in the head with (metaphorically), but Mailys, the bright, observant Mailys, says the exact thing to get Joscelin to relax. And she does. The line of her shoulder sinks a little, her chin lifts and she leans back into her chair, hands on the armrest no longer clenched.

"I can bid 100? I don't what's enough... is that enough?" she asks, frowning a little.

"Of course, Mailys. Your shop, your rules," replies Oliver in a rather polite tone of voice, shifting as Joscelin comes to sit in the chair. Does he purposefully spread his legs a bit to take up more room? Maybe. There's a faint smirk that deepens the scar on the left side of his mouth as he cants his head to Mailys, lips pursing together in consideration. "I agree with Mistress Joscelin," he decides, grunting as he says it. "One hundred silver seems an appropriate bid."

"100 silver it is." agrees Mailys and pulls out some of her own coin and tosses it down on the table as the first bid in the pot. Once her coins are tossed she leans over to grab a flask for herself, tucking her personal one beside her.


Joscelin should be awarded a medal for patience, to add to the collection she already has for ingenuity and valor during the last war. As Oliver spreads out and into her space, she says nothing, shifting away from him and crossing her legs to keep well out of his space unless he gets noticeably, obnoxiously invasive about it. She props her chin on her hand after following Mai's lead, dropping her small pouch of coin in the pot, and gets a flask.

Oliver seems satisfied with the stretch that he's taken, though he does not even look in Joscelin's direction. Instead, he seems to focus on Mailys and the game, as he leans to drop a pouch of silver onto the table and swipe a flask. It is uncapped slowly, as he cants his head towards the little Merchant. "Tell me something interesting about yourself, Mailys," he offers, "What is your trade?"

"I was a Whisper and a Courtesan but I am neither anymore." She just beams brighter at Joscelin and Oliver, absolutely ignoring their behaviors. Though, despite the brilliant smile she flashes their is something that indicates a vast amount of disappointment. Likely she is not enjoying that they are not seeming to be taking the spirit of the game. To have fun together while downing drinks. The flask is brought to her lips and she tilts it back effortlessly.

Mailys has rolled a critical success!
Mailys checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 24 higher.

Joscelin checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 2 higher.

Oliver checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 27 higher.


Joscelin tips back the flask, getting a vague sense of what the drink is. She's not as on target as Oliver or Mailys but she doesn't mind. "I believe some of my first commissions where for House Whisper, and for Mai herself. She had an admirer or two. She can charm the pants off a snake." She grins at her friend.

Vladimir arrives, following Hana.

"Ah, I don't know much about the Whisper House. Diplomats, yeah? Not really my cup of tea," comes Oliver's response, before he lifts the flask to his lips and chugs. He seems to be a pro when it comes to drinking liquor, swallowing it easily without so much as a flinch. Afterward, he licks his lips, grinning as he lowers the flask. "Very good whiskey. Aged.. five years? No," he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "Seven. Just a hint of cinnamon and apple spice, that's curious. I usually drink the cheap stuff," he laughs to Mailys, before he rolls his eyes in Joscelin's direction. "I thought snakes were the things that pants usually contained," he replies to her, deadpan.


The cozy shop is hosting an informal drinking party. Mailys is here, her usually normal self, Joscelin is seated in a chair, Oliver in another. The last two are doing their best to be polite. Oliver is an obnoxious, irritating man who's got his knees spread in his seat, just short of invasive towards Joscelin, who has her legs crossed and leaning as far away as possible from the man without being obvious about it. Her cheerful banter is met with snark and teasing from the man, so she does her best to focus on Mailys and still somehow remain polite. It's hard. Really hard. That being said, she also lost the last round of the game, her 100 silver forfeit.

Mailys gives a grin to Joscelin, "I have become old and decript now, in my marriage." This is said jokingly. Mailys is definitely not old and if she's decript she does it finely dressed. Expensively too. The flask she picks is studied and she then studies the bottles available. Surprisingly enough (to her) Mailys Mailys gets pretty exact details on what it is she is drinking. "Time for a reward for me!" she declares as she hands her flask to the girl filling the drinks and confirming the guesses. Also, Mailys' reward to herself is more of her personal flask. Alcohol to go with her alcohol. Then to Oliver she grins, "I drink whatever they give me. I imagine it is all top shelf. I just grab one of everything and hand over my glass to be filled." So, basically she knows nothing of what she drinks. So, it is pure luck when she gets things right. Her 100 silver is pushed to Oliver to take before she tosses more down.

Hana sticks her head into the shop, having heard from her 'aunt' about the drinking game. "Is there room for one more?" the smith asks curiously. "I thought I'd come lose some of my money." It's not as if she really knows what to /do/ with it otherwise.


Joscelin continues to ignore Oliver's attempts to provoke her, gesturing for him to clear the silver before throwing in another pouch. When Hana comes in, the jeweler smiles, the expression bright and genuine. "Niece!" she squeaks, jumping to her feet and moving to help Hana with her cloak, barring that she will at the very least give her a warm hug. "It's good to see you out of your shop, how are you? And yes, yes I think there's room aplenty-!" she insists, looking to Mailys to confirm.

Joscelin moves to retake her seat, legs crossing. She takes a flask from the pile and tips it back, tasting it.

Oliver - who is actually not obnoxious whatsoever and is only stretching out the way he is because it is /comfortable/ - purposefully shifts a foot in Joscelin's space. At least he drags it away afterward, capping the now emptied flask before tossing it aside. He leaves Joscelin's money on the table (but notably takes Mailys') in order to pull another flask to him, already twisting this one open. The newcomer earns an upwards glance, and a wide smile. "You can come sit by me if you'd like. Name's Oliver," he offers, shifting himself to the side of the sofa, which is conveniently closer to Joscelin's area.

Hana's arrive gets brilliant beam from Mailys and towards the little corner of seating Mailys waves to invite her to join. "Always room for more." assures Mailys as she picks her flask and tilts it back to drink away. She was polite the first time. The only length she waits is to assure everyone has placed their bets.

Mailys checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 4 lower.

Joscelin checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 1 lower.

Hana strips off her cloak, settling in with a nod and a bright smile to the others. "I hope I'm not interrupting! I thought I could stand to get out of the shop for a little while; I've been buried in commissions for too long, and I'm finally caught up." The cheerful young smith settles in with a friendly nod to Oliver, though settles in beside her aunt, before introducing herself. "Hana Grayhope; I'm the weaponsmith over at the Storied Blade, though I don't know if you've ever heard of the shop." She then puts down a hundred silver, and selects a flask as well.

Hana checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 4 higher.

Oliver checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.


Joscelin coughs on her flask, the drink strong and completely unrecognizable. She laughs, though, tipsy, relaxing. She kicks at Oliver's boot that in her space, and gestures. "I'm sorry, not enough room for you all the way over there? Scoot over, give me and my niece some space." She looks to Hana and hugs her around the shoulders again. "What did you get...? Ohhf, well done!" She doesn't care that she loses.

"Storied Blade, hm? I think I saw the sign on one of my trips around town. I own the Tanned Hide. Just opened," Oliver says to Hana, flashing her a broad grin, though it fades as Joscelin kicks him in the boot. It earns her a blink, and a longer stare from coffee-coloured eyes. "Can you not see how big I am? I require space, Mistress Joscelin," he says to her in a flat voice. "Though, for your beautiful niece, I'll move," he even flashes Hana another bright smile, as he shifts towards the center of the couch and stretches out again. His new flask is opened and sucked down like a champ, lips licked as he sighs in delight at the taste. "Ahh, I think I like this one better than the last," he says to Mailys.

Hana flushes slightly; perhaps she's not used to being called beautiful -- or not used to it from strangers. Or maybe that last flask was just stronger than she expected. "A leatherworker, then?" she asks Oliver curiously. "I'm a weaponsmith, though I know a bit of jewelry-working too."


"Thank you," Joscelin says when Oliver moves over and grants them the courtesy of personal space. She drops another bag of silver in and reaches for a flask, listening to Hana. "She's a -brilliant- weaponsmith," Joscelin says with pride for her niece. "A brilliant everything, really." She tips back the flask. Hmm.

Mailys gets utterly distracted by staring at the little flask then her larger more personal one."I think hey are the same." he concludes. IT is not a guess. alas, Sheforgets to actually make a guess as she hands her flask back to be refilled and her coins are tossed down again before she picks another. "Next round." she declares to everyone, still smiling brilliantly and ignoring the going ons between Joscelin and Oliver. Though, her smile seems the more dimer the more they do subtle arguements.

Mailys checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 4 lower.

Joscelin checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 1 lower.

Hana checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 24 higher.

Oliver checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 2 lower.

"Aye, that's what I am. Leatherworker, and part-time sculpture and painter," Oliver says to Hana with a warm laugh. "The painting and sculpting is more of a hobby than a profession, though. Your aunt, Mistress Joscelin, could show you a sample of my art if you'd like." There is an all too angelic smile that brightens up his scarred face as he says it. "But, I'll have to come and check out your wares. I'm in the market for a pair of daggers." He does not seem to be getting drunk in spite of being two flasks in, and he reaches for the next one to chug it down. "More whiskey," he says with a shrug, and doesn't offer up anything beyond that.

"Oh?" Hana glances over at Oliver curiously. "What sort of daggers? I'm afraid I'm out of alaricite ingots at this point; I'd need to restock." She says this as if working alaricite is simply par for the course for a day's work. Downing her own flask, she manages to call out not merely the type of drink -- rum -- but the label, and even the /year/. Perhaps she had a bottle of it at home herself.


Joscelin quirks at her drink. It tugs at memory, until she shakes her head with a laugh. "No, Mai, I can't guess. It's delicious, whatever it is."

Mailys passes her money over to Hana for her win of the round before picking up another flask. "Another round." declares Mailys before she tilts it back s she can guess. Like every toher ruond she waits for everyone to put their bets in first.

Oliver checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 5 higher.

Hana checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 17 higher.

Mailys checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 5 lower.

Joscelin checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 5 higher.

"Alaricite?" Oliver starts to laugh, boldly and booming, as he flashes a bright grin to Hana. "Ah, no. Probably something far more simple. I owe Mistress Joscelin here a great bit of money to begin with, and I basically came to town with the shirt on my back." He points a thumb at his simple clothes, heavy wool and leather, before he smirks back at Hana. "Steel will suit me just fine for the time being." There is a shrug, as he reaches for another flask, his dark gaze momentarily settling heavily on Joscelin. "You know, if you let it hit the middle of your tongue and then slosh it between your cheeks, you can get a better taste of it," he offers up in a tone that actually sounded like he was trying to be helpful. But he grunts afterwards, and goes back to sucking down the next flask. "Ah, rum this time. Faintly maple flavored.. Can't remember the year though," he furrows his brow.

"Oh, well, high quality steel is still excellent for a blade," Hana notes to Oliver cheerfully enough, before she downs her own flask. She's starting to look a little flushed as the alcohol begins to take its toll, but she still makes another determined stab at identifying her drink. "Oh! This one's rum, too. From back in Southport. Maybe... ten years?"


Josie has already swallowed her drink when Oliver attempts to be 'helpful', she knows how to taste .... what is this, mead? Yes- "Honey mead," she says after a moment, looking at the flask, licking her lips. "Ten years? Maybe... Shit, it figures I'd recognize it and not know the specifics." She glances at Hana and looks to her label, wondering if their drinks are from the same place.

Mailys is still very busy drinking between her flask ad the game flasks. "Drinks." she says, decisively. When she realizes that is not a guess Mailys hands her money over to Hana. She won the round.

Oliver checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 8 higher.

Mailys checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 8 lower.

Joscelin checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 9 higher.

Hana has rolled a critical success!
Hana checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 13 higher.

Oliver narrows a look at Joscelin, lips pursing into a slight frown, but he just huffs and reaches for another flask. Unlike the ladies, there's no flush on these cheeks, and he swallows his bottle without delay. "Hrm. Scotch, aged fifteen years, but.. Hrm," he licks his lips again, "No, can't place it." He chuckles afterward, and rises to his feet, steady as ever. "This was fun, but I have some things back at the shop to take care of." Joscelin's silver pouches - the only money that was not picked up by him, are slid back over to the Guildmaster without a second thought. "Mistress Joscelin, that is two hundred silver. I now owe you One hundred forty-four thousand, eight hundred silver." Then, he smiles to the other two. "It was nice meeting you both. I'll come and see you about the daggers another day, Hana." And then, he's out.

Hana, too, moves to rise -- perhaps a little unsteadily, given the amount of alcohol she's consumed. "I should probably go back to my shop, too. But it was good to see you, aunt Josie -- and to meet everyone else properly!"

Joscelin checked composure + etiquette at difficulty 15, rolling 4 higher.


Joscelin takes a sip of her flask and hums. "Whisky." She names the year, the place it was made, and ... that's about as far as she gets. Can't place the flavor. When Oliver slides the pouches over, she simply raises her flask in thanks and says nothing of it. Words aimed at the man are just turned against her, SO WHY BLOODY BOTHER. But she does smile and it's sincere enough, gold eyes warm with drink. She looks to Hana and laughs. "I'm not getting up for a bit, love, but you'd best not work your forge until you sober up!"

Mailys has, by this point, just cheerfully started drinking from her flask and picking random littler flasks. She's not even guessing anymore. "Good business." she decides.

Vladimir leaves, following Hana.